A FANtasy

That first slick stroke had her gasping like she didn't know her own body anymore. One hand buried in the sheets, the other fisted around whatever was closest while she rocked back into it, hungry for more. Her thighs trembled when I bottomed out, then kept that steady rhythm—slow pulls, hard snaps. Sweat gathered at the small of her back, little beads I licked off between rough thrusts. Each slap of skin echoed off the walls and she just moaned louder, chasing every inch like she could swallow me whole. The bed creaked under us. Didn’t matter. She kept her ass up, back arched, breathy little curses spilling out between whimpers while I drove in deeper, chasing that tight clench around me every time she came. She came twice before I finally let go—cursing her name, hips snapping like I’d waited all damn day for that moment.